This time, Wei Wuxian didn't close his eyes all night. He opened his eyes and held on until around midnight on the second day. He felt that the soreness and numbness in his whole body had passed, and he could move his limbs. He calmly took off his clothes under the quilt. The shirt was thrown under the bed.
Then, he pulled down Lan Wangji's belt and took off a section of his shirt. Originally, he wanted to take off his clothes, but halfway through, when he saw the brand under Lan Wangji's collarbone, Wei Wuxian was slightly startled, and couldn't help but stop. He also thought of the marks on his back, and felt in his heart. If you know something is wrong, you should pull up Lan Wangji's clothes immediately. After such a delay, Lan Wangji seemed to feel the chill, moved slightly, frowned, and slowly opened his eyes.
As soon as he opened it, he rolled out of bed.
I really can't blame the elegant Hanguang Jun for being too frightened and becoming not elegant at all. Which man wakes up early the next morning after a hangover and sees another man lying naked next to him, half of his shirt is taken off, and the two of them are squeezed together on the same bed and on the same bed. There is no time for elegance in bed.
Wei Wuxian half-wrapped his chest with a quilt, leaving only his smooth and naked shoulders exposed. Lan Wangji: "You..."
Wei Wuxian hummed with a nasal voice, "Huh?"
Lan Wangji said: "Last night, I..."
Wei Wuxian blinked his left eye at him, held his chin with one hand, and smiled strangely: "You were so unrestrained last night, Lord Hanguang."
"..."
Wei Wuxian said, "Don't you remember anything about last night?"
It looked like he really didn't remember, Lan Wangji's face turned pale.
It's okay if you don't remember. Otherwise, if Lan Wangji still remembers that he secretly went out to summon Wen Ning in the middle of the night and asked Wei Wuxian, it would be bad for Wei Wuxian to lie, and it would be bad for him to tell the truth.
After failing to tease him and hitting himself in the foot so many times, Wei Wuxian finally found his previous dignity and regained some of his power. Although he really wanted to pursue the victory, he wanted to trick Lan Wangji into continuing to drink and have fun next time, but he couldn't let him have a shadow and be on guard from now on. After accepting it, Wei Wuxian opened the quilt and showed him his neat trousers and boots that he had not yet taken off: "What a loyal man! Hanguang-kun, I just took off our clothes. It's just a joke. Your innocence is still there and has not been tainted, please rest assured!"
Lan Wangji froze on the spot, and before he could answer, the sound of breaking porcelain came from the center of the room.
This voice is not unfamiliar. This is the second time I have heard it. The FengEi Qiankun bag that was pressed on the table started to stir again, overturning the teapot and tea cups. This time it was even more fierce, with all three of them at once. One of them was very drunk last night, and the other was very confused, so naturally they forgot about the ensemble. Wei Wuxian was worried that Lan Wangji would be too frightened and impulsive, and accidentally stab him to death on the bed. He hurriedly said: "Business, come on, let's get down to business first."
He grabbed some clothes and put them on, rolled out of bed, and stretched out his hand towards Lan Wangji, who had just stood up. His original intention was to pull him, but it looked like he was going to rip off his clothes. Before Lan Wangji could calm down, he took a step back and stumbled over something under his feet. When he looked down, he saw that it was the Bichen Sword that had been lying there all night.
At this time, the rope that tied the bag had been loosened, and a pale hand had already crawled out of the mouth of the small Qiankun bag. Wei Wuxian put his hand into Lan Wangji's half-open arms and took it out. He took out a flute and said, "Hanguang-Jun, don't be afraid. I'm not going to do anything to you, but you took my flute last night and I have to get it back." After saying that, he thoughtfully helped him The clothes are pulled up to the shoulders and tied.
Lan Wangji looked at him with a complicated expression, as if he wanted to ask about the details of his drunkenness last night, but he was accustomed to doing business first, so he held back, calmed down, and took out the lyre. There are three evil-sealing Qiankun bags, one seals the left arm, one seals the legs, and one seals the torso. These three parts can already make up most of a body. They influenced each other, their grievances multiplied, and became more troublesome than before. The two played "Rest in Peace" three times in a row, and the restlessness gradually subsided.
Wei Wuxian put away the flute and was about to clean up the corpses rolling on the ground when he suddenly let out a sigh and said, "Good practice, good brother."
The belt of the shroud covering the torso has been loosened, and the collar is pulled diagonally, revealing the solid and powerful body of a young man, with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and well-defined abdominal muscles. He is strong but not exaggerated. It is the masculine physique that countless men dream of. Looking sideways and vertically, Wei Wuxian could not help but slap his abdominal muscles twice and said, "Hanguang-Jun, look at him. If he were alive, I would probably be injured by the rebound if I hit him. .How on earth is this practiced?"
Lan Wangji's brows seemed to twist, but he said nothing. Unexpectedly, Wei Wuxian clapped his hands twice more. He finally took the bag of sealing the evil universe with an expressionless face and silently began to seal the body. Wei Wuxian quickly got out of the way. In a moment, Lan Wangji sealed all his limbs back and tied several knots in a row. Wei Wuxian didn't notice anything strange. He lowered his head to look at his body's physique, raised his eyebrows, and tied his belt up. He looked like a dog again.
He glanced over and saw that Lan Wangji was still looking at him intentionally or unintentionally after putting away the Qiankun Bag. His eyes seemed full of hesitation, and he said deliberately: "Hanguang-Jun, why are you looking at me like this? Are you still worried? Trust me, I really didn't do anything to you last night, and of course, you didn't do anything to me either."
Lan Wangji pondered for a moment, seemed to have made some determination, and whispered: "Last night, besides grabbing the flute, I..."
Wei Wuxian said, "You? What else did you do, right? You didn't do anything, you just talked a lot."
The Adam's apple on Lan Wangji's snow-white neck moved slightly: "...What words."
Wei Wuxian: "It's not anything important. It's just, um, for example, you like it very much..."
Lan Wangji's eyes froze.
Wei Wuxian said, "I like rabbits very much."
"..."
Lan Wangji closed his eyes and turned his head. Wei Wuxian said considerately: "It's okay! Rabbits are so cute, who doesn't like them. I like them too, and I like to eat them hahahahaha! Come on, Hanguang-kun, you drank so much last night...well, not much, you drank last night You're so drunk, I'm afraid you'll feel a little uncomfortable this morning. Wash your face, drink some water and sit for a while. When you feel better, we can set off again, this time to the south-west. I'll go downstairs to buy breakfast first. Do not bother you."
Just as he was about to go out, Lan Wangji said coldly: "Wait a minute."
Wei Wuxian turned around: "What?"
Lan Wangji stared at him for a while, and finally said, "Are you rich?"
Wei Wuxian smiled and said, "Yes! Don't I know where you put the money? I'll bring you a share earlier. Hanguang-kun, take your time, don't be in a hurry."
He walked out of the room, closed the door, and stood in the corridor, laughing silently for a while.
Lan Wangji seemed to be shocked. He was locked in the room alone and didn't come out for a long time. While waiting for him, Wei Wuxian leisurely went downstairs, walked around the road a few times after leaving the inn, bought some food at random, and sat on the steps, squinting in the sun while eating. After sunbathing for a while, a group of thirteen- and fourteen-year-old children ran past the street.
A child at the front ran very fast, holding a long line in his hand. At the end of the long line, a kite was neither high nor low, flying up and down. The child behind was holding a small toy bow, chasing the kite and shooting small arrows while shouting.
Wei Wuxian used to love playing this game. Archery is a compulsory skill for children of every aristocratic family, but most of them don't like to shoot targets in a formal manner. Except for shooting monsters and monsters when going out for night hunting, they like to shoot kites like this. Each person has one, and whoever shoots the highest, farthest, and most accurately at the same time is the winner. This game was originally only popular among the younger children of the immortal families. After it spread, children from ordinary families also liked it. However, the lethality of their small arrows was far less than that of these elites. A descendant of an aristocratic family.
When Wei Wuxian was in Lotus Pier, he played kite shooting with the Jiang family disciples and won the first place many times. Jiang Cheng is always second. His kite either flies too far and cannot be hit by the arrow, or it hits the target but does not fly as far as Wei Wuxian's kite. The kites of the two of them were a whole circle bigger than the others, and were made in the shape of a flying monster. The colors were bright and extravagant, with its mouth open in a howl, and several pointed tails hanging down and swaying in the wind. Looking at it from a distance, it was very strange. Extremely lively, not too ferocious, but somewhat naive. Jiang Fengmian pierced the skeleton with his own hands and asked Jiang Yanli to draw it for them, so they felt proud every time they took the kites out to compete.
Thinking of this, Wei Wuxian's lips twitched into a faint smile, and he couldn't help but look up to see what kind of kite the children were flying. I saw that it was completely golden and was a large round piece. He wondered in his heart: "What is this? Shaobing? Or some monster I don't know?"
At this time, a gust of wind blew. The kite didn't fly very high, and it wasn't placed in an open area, so it fell down as soon as it blew. A child shouted: "Oh, the sun is falling!"
Wei WuXian immediately understood that these children were probably playing a game imitating the Sun Shooting Campaign.
This place is Yueyang. When the Wen family in Qishan was at its peak, they were domineering everywhere. However, Yueyang is not far from Qishan, so the local people must have suffered greatly. It was not because they were disturbed by monsters that they did not control well. He was bullied by the domineering monks in his family. After the Sun Shooting Campaign, the Wen family was jointly suppressed by various families, and a century-old foundation collapsed instantly. Many places around Qishan were happy to hold activities to celebrate the Wen family's destruction, and it even evolved into a tradition. This kind of game can probably be considered a kind of game.
The children stopped chasing, and got together in a very troubled manner, and began to discuss: "What should we do? Before we hit the sun, it fell down by itself. Who will be the boss now?"
One person raised his hand: "Of course it's me! I'm Jin Guangyao, and I was the one who killed the great villain of the Wen family!"
Wei Wuxian sat on the steps in front of the inn, watching with great interest.
In this kind of game, the now-famous Immortal Governor Lianfangzun is certainly the most popular character. Although his background is unspeakable, it is precisely because of this that his achievements in climbing to high positions are all the more impressive. During the Sun Shooting Campaign, he worked as an undercover agent for several years like a fish in water. He deceived the entire Wen family in Qishan, inside and out, and leaked countless secrets without even realizing it. After the Sun-Shooting Campaign, he tried every means to please all kinds of smart people and used all kinds of methods to finally take the position of Immortal Governor and become the well-deserved number one person in a hundred families. Such a life can be called a legend. If he were to play, he would also like to try being Jin Guangyao. It makes perfect sense to choose this kid to be the boss!
Another person protested: "I am Nie Mingjue. I have won the most battles and captured the most prisoners. I am the boss!"
"Jin Guangyao" said: "But I am the Immortal Governor."
"Nie Mingjue" raised his fist: "What about Immortal Governor? You are also my third brother. If you see me, you will run away with your tail between your legs."
"Jin Guangyao" was really cooperative and into the show, so he just hunched his shoulders and ran away. Another person said: "You short-lived ghost."
Since he chose to be a certain immortal leader, he naturally had some admiration for this immortal leader in his heart. "Nie Mingjue" became angry: "Jin Zixuan, you died earlier than me, and your life was shorter!"
"Jin Zixuan" said unconvinced: "What happened to the short life? I ranked third!"
"The third place is just the third place with the best face!"
At this time, a child seemed to be tired from running and standing. He also walked to the steps and sat down side by side with Wei Wuxian. He waved his hands and said like a peacemaker: "Okay, okay, don't argue anymore. I It's the ancestor of Yiling, I'm the most powerful. I think I can just force myself to become the boss."
Wei Wuxian: "…"
He lowered his head and looked, and sure enough, the child had a small wooden stick stuck in his waist, probably for Chen Qing.
Only such a child would simply not care about good and evil, but only argue about the value of force, and would be willing to be rewarded by being an ancestor of Yiling.
Another person said: "No, I am the Three Poison Saints, I am the most powerful."
"Yiling Ancestor" said very understandingly: "Jiang Cheng, how can you compare to me? You have never lost to me, how can you have the nerve to say that you are the best? Are you ashamed?"
"Jiang Cheng" said: "Huh, I can't compare to you? Do you remember how you died?"
The faint smile on Wei Wuxian's lips instantly disappeared.
It was as if he had been pricked by a poisonous needle unexpectedly, and a slight sting suddenly appeared all over his body.
The "Yiling Ancestor" beside him clapped his hands and said: "Look at me! Chen Qing on the left, Tiger Talisman on the right, plus a ghost general, I am invincible! Hahahaha..." He held up a stick in his left hand and held a piece in his right hand Shitou laughed wildly and said: "Where is Wen Ning? Come out!" A child raised his hand behind the crowd and said weakly: "I am here...that...I want to say...during the Sun Shooting Campaign, I Not dead yet…"
Wei Wuxian felt that he had to interrupt.
He said: "Fellow immortal leaders, can I ask a question?"
This group of children have never been intervened by adults when playing this game, not to mention it is not a scolding, but a serious question like this. "Yiling Patriarch" looked at him strangely and warily: "What do you want to ask?"
Wei WuXian asked, "Why are there no people from the Gusu Lan Sect?"
"Yes, I have."
"Where?"
"Yiling Patriarch" pointed to a child who never said a word from beginning to end: "That's it."
Wei Wuxian took a look, and sure enough, the child had a very delicate face. He looked like a pretty boy at first glance. There was a white rope tied around his smooth forehead, which was used as a wiping forehead. He asked: "Who is he?"
"Yiling Patriarch" curled his lips in disgust and said, "Lan Wangji!"
...All right. These kids captured the essence. When playing Lan Wangji, you really should keep your mouth shut!
Suddenly, the corners of Wei Wuxian's mouth curved up again.
The poisonous little needle was pulled out and thrown into an unknown corner, and all the stinging pain was instantly wiped away. Wei Wuxian muttered to himself, "It's strange. How can such a boring person always make me so happy?"
When Lan Wangji came downstairs, he saw Wei Wuxian sitting on the steps. A group of children were sitting next to him and sharing steamed buns. Wei Wuxian was eating steamed buns while instructing the two children back to back in front of him: "...Now you guys In front of you are tens of thousands of Wen family monks, all of whom are fully armed and surrounding you. Their eyes are sharper, that's right. Okay, Lan Wangji, pay attention, you are not your usual self now, you are covered in blood! Murderous intent Very heavy! The look in his eyes is very fierce! Wei Wuxian, come closer to him, can you play the flute? Turn it around and see, play it with one hand. Be cool, do you know what being cool is? Come here and I will teach you." "Wei Wuxian," he said, handing him a small wooden stick in his hand. Wei Wuxian skillfully turned the "Chen Qing" between his two fingers so that it flew up, causing a group of children to cheer and surround him in admiration.
Lan Wangji: "…"
Silently approaching, Wei Wuxian saw him coming, patted the dust off his butt, and said goodbye to the children. I finally stood up and walked along the road, laughing along the way, as if I was poisoned by a strange poison.
Lan Wangji: "…"
Wei Wuxian: "Hahahahahaha, I'm sorry, Lord Hanguang. I'll share the breakfast I sold you with them. Let's buy some more later."
Lan Wangji: "Yeah."
Wei Wuxian: "How about it? Are the two kids cute just now? Who do you think the one with a rope on his head is trying to imitate? Hahahaha..."
After being speechless for a while, Lan Wangji finally couldn't bear it any longer and said, "...What else did I do last night?"
It must not be that simple, otherwise why would Wei Wuxian be laughing until now? ? ?
Wei Wuxian waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, no, no, no. You didn't do anything, I was bored, Hahahahahahahahahaha...Okay, Hanguang Sir, I'm going to get down to business."
Lan Wangji said, "Speak."
Wei Wuxian said seriously: "The sound of coffins being pounded in Chang's cemetery has been silent for ten years, and suddenly it is causing trouble again. This is definitely not a coincidence, there must be an inducement."
Lan Wangji said: "What do you think is the inducement?"
Wei WuXian said, "That's a good question. I think the trigger was that the torso was dug out."
Lan Wangji said: "Yeah."
His expression was so focused that it reminded Wei Wuxian of the serious way he held two of his fingers when he was drunk last night. He painfully suppressed a smile and said seriously: "I'm thinking that dismembering the body should not be a simple revenge and venting of hatred. It is a vicious method of suppression. The dismemberers deliberately selected places where the strange phenomena were causing trouble to place the body parts."
Lan Wangji said: "Fight poison with poison, check and balance each other, and maintain balance."
Wei WuXian said, "That's right. So when the gravedigger dug out the body yesterday, there was nothing to calm the Chang family's grudges, so the sound of coffins was heard again. The truth and the Qinghe Nie Sword Sacrifice Hall suppressed the sword spirits and The method of wall corpse is the same. Maybe I learned it from the Nie Family Sacrifice Sword Hall. It seems that this person has a close relationship with the Qinghe Nie Sect and the Gusu Lan Sect, so I am afraid he is not a cheap character."
Lan Wangji said: "There are not many such people."
Wei Wuxian said, "Yeah. It's gradually coming to the surface. Moreover, since the other party has started to move the bodies, it means that he or they are already anxious and will definitely take action next. Even if we don't go to find them, they will They will find us. If we keep looking, sooner or later more clues will be revealed. Besides, the hand of a good brother will point us in the direction. However, I am afraid we have to move faster, only one right hand and a Head, you must get ahead of them."
The two of them headed southwest. This time, the place pointed by their left hand was the foggy east of Shu.
A ghost town that the locals fear to avoid.